Snow.

Again.

Christmas had been magical.

Days off school in January building snowmen had been fun.

Now it was February.

The thought of ice cold hands and toes put him off going outside.

The roads were closed. Elsa had put ‘Frozen’ on for the hundredth time.

Football practice had been cancelled for the third week in a row.

Grandad had slipped and done something to his back.

Enough already.

He saw Dad walking up the hill, waving and smiling, pointing at something he was pulling.

His eyes lit up and he dashed to get his boots on.

Time for sledging!

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.